glimmers of light glance off the glassy lake
vivid brights dance across the morning skies
entire populations come to wake
desolate landscapes no more, in sunrise
radiance abounds, gleaming in luster
the world is swathed in a brilliant blaze
glowing fields of wheat, growing in clusters
the sunlight conquers all, a shining haze
once again colors paint the evening skies
the sun descends from its majestic throne
sinks below the hills to meet its demise
left; a remainder of light which once shone
night swallows all skies, no light left to see
'till morning returns, the sun is now free
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